To my injury, my God, and about Your sparrow,
Your compassion: fears within them remain unchanged;
The path I feel the need to follow.
Wake, awake each day; emptier and hollow.

As a footnote: We were asked to use a line from a poem that has inspired us. And to write a response or reply a repose so to speak, so here is mine. So, ‘the path’ I need to follow is two words from a Robert Frost poem, I think as a prompt somewhere on the internet where we were asked to do a patterned write. Which, I did, we were asked to use an established poet as inspiration. This is the 1st or second attempt on my part. So if it sounds familiar it may be.

Elsewhere there is one line from another poet established also, I have not remembered which one. I will footnote that one also. When I find it. So there you have it. A lot of the time I try not to use prompts too much because of this hunt.

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This was inspired from a friend whose fiancee had committed suicide. I guess I could see his case better than hers at the time.